Not a Poet and I Know It

I struggled with what to do for today’s writing post, unsure of whether I should yack about my writing journey, field questions, or throw a writing prompt out for those of you who care to take a stab at one. And then I thought of my high school days and how much I loved to write stories…but hated poetry (unusual considering poetry and teen angst tend to go hand in hand).

I’m one of those folks who thinks poetry has to rhyme, like this:

The cat sat on the house,

but wished he had a mouse.

When no...